What am I?

What am I?
 
Nothing

Neti Neti 
I am not the mind 
I am not the emotions
I am not the Body
Nothing perceivable
I am No Thing
There is No One to understand
There IS nothing to Understand
There is no person
There has never been a person
Nothing ever happened
There is no self
Meaningless
Hopeless
Empty
Nothing



What am I?

Everything

There is only Me
I am All that appears
What ever I meet is only Me
I am already what I am looking for
Everything is a reflection of what I am
Without Me the world does not exist
There are no limits to what I am
Creative outpourings
Infinite possibility
I am the Knowing
The Seeing
The Being
Intelligence
Everything
Full

Life

Divine Balance

How do you describe 
the infinite riches of Nothingness?

And all the flavours and tastes 
empty space reveals Itself to Itself? 

In an ceaseless discovery.


How?
and which words to use?


How to mention 
the unbearable ecstasy of Being?

And how to even begin 
to express all the divine ways
your Lover is loving and caressing you?

The senses intoxicated
with rapturous wine.



Does not one sound a little mad even to try?
Come on be honest.

Who would dare utter those words?
And who would even try?




My God, 
thank God for 
work in the pottery.

Nothing better to keep one
from going insane,
than some clay 
and things to make.